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My big fluffy friendly diabetic kitty was acting odd this morning, so she's at the vet clinic now, waiting for an open slot on the schedule.
She was holding her head twisted around to the left, walking in tight circles to the left instead of straight ahead when offered a treat in "front" of her, leaning on a wall occasionally, and giving up and lying down occasionally. She doesn't seem to be in pain; she purrs when scritched, and she's not tender anywhere I found. Her eyes track wiggling fingers... a little. Her pupils react equally to light. She'll eat a treat if it's held under her nose, but if it's placed on the floor, she'll overshoot it and not be able to find it.
This is a slightly milder version of what Princess did just before she died. (In her case, we didn't even diagnose; she was over twenty-one and weighed about five pounds by then. We let her go peacefully.) I am not looking forward to this phone call.
When I had her in the carrier at the clinic, she turned her head to the right, and that was the first time I'd seen that all morning. She may be doing the "car doesn't make odd noise in front of mechanic" trick. That would probably bode even less well for her eventual recovery, sadly.
She was holding her head twisted around to the left, walking in tight circles to the left instead of straight ahead when offered a treat in "front" of her, leaning on a wall occasionally, and giving up and lying down occasionally. She doesn't seem to be in pain; she purrs when scritched, and she's not tender anywhere I found. Her eyes track wiggling fingers... a little. Her pupils react equally to light. She'll eat a treat if it's held under her nose, but if it's placed on the floor, she'll overshoot it and not be able to find it.
This is a slightly milder version of what Princess did just before she died. (In her case, we didn't even diagnose; she was over twenty-one and weighed about five pounds by then. We let her go peacefully.) I am not looking forward to this phone call.
When I had her in the carrier at the clinic, she turned her head to the right, and that was the first time I'd seen that all morning. She may be doing the "car doesn't make odd noise in front of mechanic" trick. That would probably bode even less well for her eventual recovery, sadly.
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If a course of antibiotics will pop her out of it I'll be really grateful.